Pumpkinpuff Ghoul
written by "Lord" Andy
part five of five
Blossom tried to stand up, let alone do anything, but she just couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead, no longer able to support herself up, she fell onto her side. This caused a moment of pain, as she instinctively grabbed onto the specially made pole that had been skewered through her stomach and out her back.
"Why ...." she moaned. Blossom stared up at her two sisters with dazed and pleading eyes. Have they really betrayed everyone? Why would they do such a thing.
But neither of them herd her plea. Instead, Bubbles was arguing with Buttercup.
"You said you would give me a few minutes to talk it over with Blossom first!" Bubbles yelled. "Instead you come barging in and kill her right away! That's a you care about in this plan: killing, killing, and more killing!"
Buttercup, still holding the accursed pumpkin, scowled at Bubbles. "I had my reasons. Besides, I know she would never go along with us anyway!"
Both of them stopped arguing when they heard Blossom sliding around on the ground in pain. Bubbles looked rather annoyed at this. Buttercup was, on the other hand, rather amused.
"Still have some fight left in you, huh Blossom? I tell ya, if only you would be able to see things our way. Then you could have been the killer!" Buttercup laughed, presenting Blossom with the pumpkin that was worn by the villainous psycho. "Now wouldn't that have been fun?"
"Why ..." Blossom moaned again. She tried to talk some more, but her stomach was lurching in pain every few seconds. Every once in a while, Blossom would let our a quiet cry of agony to painful for tears to exspress.
Buttercup smiled at this, while Bubbles simply looked at all of this disapprovingly. "What's the matter?" Buttercup scoffed. "Is there something the leader girl doesn't know?"
"Don't tell her our plan!" Bubbles suddenly yelled at Buttercup. "Why should we give her the dignity?"
"At least ...." Blossom struggled to say, "tell me something!!"
Buttercup sighed. Then she looked at Bubbles. "Well .... I suppose the least we could do is tell you how we all did it. Would that make you happy?"
Cracking a weak smile and looking at her bloody hands and now red dress, Blossom sarcastically answered, "Well, it would certainly help."
"Fair enough!" Bubbles said. "After all, I guess you should know what people are going to say about you."
"What!?!" Blossom gasped.
"Oh it's quite simple Blossom!" Buttercup smirked. "Don't you see that everyone is going to blame this on you?"
Blossom gasped in shock which quickly turned into moans of pain once more.
"I guess we should start at the beginning." Bubbles said, and began the tale.
"We've been planing this for weaks. We realized that to do what we needed to do, we would need a little more firepower. And lo and behold, Mojo-Jojo had created Powerpuff Puff weapons! The perfect weapon to destroy the Powerpuff Girls!
"But how to steal Mojo's weapons without giving away who did it? The simple answer, do it in disguise! And what better Powerpuff disguise could there be for Halloween then a creepy pumpkin on the noggin and a orange dress to match! That way, when Buttercup went in and took Mojo's weapons with him seeing it, he would have the story of the pumpkin headed killer.
"Now, there is a reason that Buttercup and I are doing all of this. But at the moment, I don't think we have any reason to let you know what it is."
Blossom interrupted to say, "Oh, so you won't let me even know what my motive is now, huh?"
"Shut up Blossom!" Buttercup yelled. "Our, or should I say, your actions are of no concern to you!"
"You killed a bunch of people, and you won't even tell me why!" Blossom yelled with all her strength. This caused some uncomfortable movement of the pole that was going through her and ended up making her cough up some blood.
"Oh please!" Buttercup said. "You're gonna be dead in a second, so what difference does it make?"
"Quite Buttercup!" Bubbles said. "I wanna impress out dearest sister on our grand scheme! I'm sure she is just dieing to know how we pulled it off. That's why she's not going to interrupt me anymore, right!?!"
Blossom quietly agreed.
"Fine then, now were was I?" Bubbles thought aloud.
"Oh yeah, Halloween night! Here we are, three Powerpuff girls and three normal kids. How can we get rid of these three kids and stick the blame on you? First of all, you thought Buttercup was off with Mitch trick-or-treating. But what you didn't know, is that they weren't trick-or-treating. Mitch was easily taken care of by giving him a row of toilet paper to decorate with. All Buttercup would have to do is say she was going to get the houses on the other side of the street as Mitch busied himself with some Halloween pranks. Buttercup then changed costumes and took out Mary with a normal buzz saw. After all, why would Buttercup risk hurting me with one of the real weapons if Mary is the target? After I ran away screaming, she quickly disposed of the body and changed into her other costume. Then she met up with you to see what I was screaming about.
"Next, we all went off to look for Mary. At least, you and I did, Blossom. Buttercup stayed behind. First she took care of Susie and got rid of the telephone line at the same time, quite creative I must add!"
"Thank you!" Buttercup beamed mockingly.
"Anyway," Bubbles continued, "Then Buttercup, dressed up as the killer, did a little trick-or-treating of her own. She got the Professor out of the picture then, followed by Mitch. Now there was no witnesses.
"But wait! There was! How clumsy of the killer to not completely finish the Professor! I came in to see how he was, and the killer attacked me. And now the Professor would see that I am not really the killer, and my earlier story would just have to be true! What a surprise, the cute little innocent Bubbles is really innocent after all!
"Anyway, after the killer would demonstrate its powerful Powerpuff weapons it would run off upon hearing the sound of Blossom coming. After all, you would be wondering what was going on as well, wouldn't you Blossom? Luckily, Buttercup is such a fast costume changer, that she would actually arrive before Blossom would. And the Professor would be a wonderful witness to this all!
"Now came the hardest and most critical moment of our plan, the hospital. It was while I was waiting in my room that I first noticed that Mojo-Jojo was following. Curious to know which one of us was the one who took his weapons, Mojo had been stalking us all night in the shadows. It was him I'm sure we all noticed in the background several times this night.
"Luckily, that only helped the plan by getting the nurses to watch over me! While you two were looking for Mojo, I was talking to the nurse. I made pleasant conversation like any little scarred girl who thought she was being hunted. And thus, she thought I was just one of the victims. When the next nurse came in, I flew away screaming. I'm pretty sure it scared her a bit, me just flying off like that for no reason. I then flew through the hospital, making sure I was to pass you two.
"The original plan was that you were to be with one of the doctors or even a nurse. What a surprise I got when I saw Buttercup had found Mojo instead! As you, Blossom, went to follow me, Buttercup took Mojo to see what scarred me away. I easily lost you from chasing me by flying through the basement. Leaving you there as the plan needed, I went back and changed into the killer costume this time. Then I killed the nurse! Yes, I myslef killed that nurse, right in front of Buttercup's eyes. But let's not forget that Mojo was there too. So now when the police would talk to Mojo on what happed, he could easily clarify that he and Buttercup together saw the killer."
"Hey, are you paying attention?" Bubbles suddenly asked.
Blossom glared at her sister. About this time Blossom had found enough strength to slowly and painstakingly get up on her knees again. "Its hard to pay attention with a long metal spike shoved through your midsection!!"
Ignoring that sarcasm, Bubbles continued the tale of confusion and mystery. "Now Blossom, at this time you were still looking for me. Buttercup had crashed into a pile of doctors and I was helping her out. Now look at what we have here: four of the doctors are seeing me and Buttercup together who claim to be just chased by the killer. As two of them who know this go off, Buttercup killed the other two with the axe. About this time, the police were coming, so Buttercup went down the ventilating shaft with the murder weapon. I made up the story that the killer thought I was dead and was being chased by Buttercup.
"Meanwhile, Buttercup went through the ventilation shaft and cut a way out with the axe. With the janitor as a witness, Buttercup pretended to suddenly find the weapon, leave it behind, and look for the killer. Then she would find you still searching for me still, and accuse you of being the killer. Then she would get you as far away from everyone else in these back rooms. Soon, we all ended up by ourselves in the basement without a single witness.
"Now, I dressed back up as the killer to kill Buttercup right before your eyes. You didn't notice her place that fake blood in her mouth before I came, did you? What better way to confuse you to get you to do what we want then pretending to kill Buttercup? After that I left and did a quick costume change. As we talked, Buttercup changed once again into the costume to finish you off. Just in case you didn't want to go with my plans, she would be ready. Then she waited to see what would happen in our little conversation."
Bubbles turned to Buttercup. "At least, that is what we planned to do!" She hollered.
Buttercup frowned. "I said I had my reasons!!"
"But ...." Blossom spoke up. "After you killed Buttercup, Bubbles, how did I hear you call for me?"
Bubbles laughed. "Oh that's simple!"
With that, she pointed behind Blossom. Looking behind her, Blossom groaned as she saw a tape recorder with a speaker phone.
"Don't you think this plan is perfect!?" Buttercup asked Blossom. She was still holding the pumpkin under her arm, the other arm still dripping wet from the injury she had received from Bubbles as the killer a while ago. "The Professor saw Bubbles and the killer together. Mojo saw me and the killer together. You were always the last one to show up after the killer showed up. Several of the doctors and nurses have seen me and Bubbles together. The janitor saw me blaming you for the killing. And once you're dead, we can go back upstairs and declare that you were the killer the whole time! And we barely made it out alive from your wrath."
"I still think we should have asked she if she wanted to join us!" Bubbles complained.
"Oh come on Bubbles!!" Buttercup shouted at the top of her lungs. "You knew from the beginning that little miss full-of-goodness wouldn't join us! That's why we thought up this whole elaborate plan in the first place!"
By now, Blossom had gotten control of her pain and was talking better. She was still breathing hard to ignore the pain screaming throughout her entire body. She looked at the pole from both sides of her body. It wasn't too thick, not even an inch in diameter. But it sure hurt like nothing else before, as the tears running down her face showed.
"But why did you kill all those people?" Blossom asked.
"Blossom Blossom Blossom!" Buttercup said, placing her arm on Blossom's shoulder. "Shame on you, hardly looking at the big picture at all. You should know that this is only the beginning of it all!"
Turning her blurry gaze to Bubbles, Blossom asked in amazement. "Bubbles, I can't believe you went along with this!"
Bubbles smiled sweetly, having great pride in what she was about to say. "Oh, I didn't go along with this dear sister. I'm the one who thought it all up!!"
Blossom was so shocked that she couldn't even let out a gasp. Seeing her reaction, Buttercup started laugh. Bubbles also took advantage of this situation.
"Poor Blossom. I guess I'm not as innocent and stupid as you once thought! You should thank me for being the one who will ultimate lead the world to destruction. Besides, who would ever suspect me of being the mastermind of a gigantic killing spree to blame in your name?!"
Gathering up all her strength and the feeling of being betrayed, Blossom angrily answered, "And who would ever think a little girl full of nothing but goodness would ever do THIS!?!"
In a shocking and squeamish to watch move, Blossom yanked the spear out of her stomach. Screaming as the painful object reversed its path back through its host, Blossom continued to thrust the weapon foreword. The amount of blood on the floor increased as a short stream of it was added to it.
Now it was Bubbles's turn to gasp as the opposite end of the javelin like weapon was driven straight into her chest. Her corrupt little heart was pierced in two as the weapon broke through her chest with a sickening crack. Buttercup watched in amazement as Blossom easily did what was supposed to be done to her.
In shock over the irony, Bubbles said nothing, but slowly slumped to the floor without a life to live off of. The blood of the one she betrayed dripping down into the blood of a ruthless killer. Like a limp rag doll, Bubbles tumbled on the floor and let out a few gurgles and involuntarily twitches before moving no more.
Blossom let go of the pole as soon as she saw that its work had been completed. Then she grabbed onto her agonizing stomach to help stop the bleeding. Then she turned to a still amazed Buttercup.
"And that good little girl will not stand up for this!" She painfully coughed out as she started floating (hehe) in the air.
Instead of being horrified that the brains to this whole operation was dead, Buttercup was quite amused. "Blossom, I'm proud of you! You're a great leader, a strong fighter, and you always know how to work the best out of a situation!"
Floating closer to Blossom's eye level, Buttercup added, "But you just don't know when to quit, or when to die for that matter! How's your wound anyway?"
Blossom smiled at her sister, then wiped the blood still drizzling from her lip. "Could be better." She laughed. "And I wouldn't mind having this hole in me fixed."
Buttercup shrugged. "Well, the least I can do is make the rest of you match! Will that be okay, or don't you feel up to it?"
Smiling, Blossom gathered up all the rest of her strength that was trying to leave her and retook her battle position she had made to the same kind of person not to long ago. "Bring it on my pumpkin wearing sister! Bring it on!"
Buttercup laughed aloud. "You realize you are no match for me, dear sister. You've lost a whole bunch of blood, and have been fatally wounded. I'm surprised you're still conscious!"
"You'd be surprised at what you don't all know, Buttercup." Blossom weakly answered.
"Very well, if it has to come down to this, let the fight begin!"
Finally, Buttercup tossed the pumpkin head on the ground. She was still wearing the orange dress, so it looked strange with her green eyes. Without warning, Buttercup charged Blossom and kicked her in the cheapest spot she could think of: Blossom's stomach.
Blossom howled in pain as she flew through a nearby wall. Chuckling, Buttercup casually flew to the new hole in the wall towards her sister. Sprawled out in a pile of broken boxes of supplies, Blossom spit out some more blood that had been jolted out of her before glaring at Buttercup.
"Oh come on Blossom!" Buttercup complained. "What kind of fight is this going to be when I can finish you off so easily?"
Trying to ignore the pain and breathing heavily, Blossom answered, "A pretty good one!"
Now it was Blossom's turn to strike. With Buttercup's overconfidence getting the best of her, Blossom was able to get some hits in. After giving Buttercup a few hard and good ones, Blossom eventually knocked her away with a powerful kick.
Buttercup crashed into a wall on the other side of the room. She was in shock that Blossom was fighting so well. Then, surprisingly, Buttercup started to laugh.
"You just never cease to amaze me Blossom. Here you should be dead, and instead you're kicking my butt!" Buttercup rose up from the rubble. "But for the sake of the plan, I'm afraid you must die."
Blossom decided to try and ask what the whole plan was again, but that would have to wait. Buttercup was back in action and charging at her. Blossom charged back, both of them racing towards each other at break neck speeds. In a matter of a few nanoseconds they were upon themselves. Instead of attacking, both of them flew off in different and opposite directions. Almost as if they were playing a game of chicken and both gave up at the same time.
But Buttercup doubled back a second time, hoping to surprise Blossom with all of this quick maneuvering. But Blossom was more then ready for this, and also did a second 180 as well. Both of the girls crashed into each other. Although momentarily stunned, they both started a hitting feast. Half the time they were blocking, and the rest of the time they were the ones throwing the punches. But after a few seconds of this extreme boxing, Blossom started to go weak.
Taking advantage of this, Buttercup open fire with her eye laser. Blossom flew back after getting hit. Before she could shake it off, Buttercup came back at her hard. Nailing her in the head, Buttercup sent Blossom flying through yet another wall. Sailing a small distance, Blossom final crashed into a very large water pipe, smashing it up good. Damage, the clogged pipe stopped all the running hot water, making the pipe slowly start to bulge. The loud sound of steam started to fill the room as the water started heating up at a high rate in the pipes overhead.
Buttercup flew over to Blossom and tossed her out of the pie. Then she looked at the huge dent inside of it, and laughed.
"Now look at what you did Blossom! How are the hospital patients supposed to get their hot water?" Buttercup pointed out. "Oh well, I guess it wont matter. You'll be killing them all at some time anyway."
As Blossom once again tried to get up, Buttercup could hear voices in the background. The police were coming to see what was happening. Thinking quick, Buttercup flew over to Blossom and picked her up. Because she couldn't find the strength to move at the moment, Blossom didn't struggle with Buttercup's grip. Forcefully carrying her sister, Buttercup carried Blossom back through the two walls they had just smashed through. They passed Bubbles and continued into the room where Buttercup was supposedly killed. Then she tossed Blossom onto the ground.
"There, this is as far as we can get from the police in this basement." Buttercup said. "Now we have a few minutes till they get to this side."
Blossom slowly struggled to get up. She felt dizzy was very weak, and the killer that had been haunting them all night was still very much strong. Clueless on what to do at the moment, Blossom decided to buy some time with some pleasant conversation.
"So ..." She painfully began. "I guess this great plan of yours is at some inconvenience now that Bubbles is gone."
Buttercup stopped circling Blossom like a buzzard to think about this. Eventually she shrugged. "Well, I guess it will make is a lot harder then she planned. Plus it will be harder to keep up the act."
"The act?" Blossom asked realizing that Buttercup could finally be confessing about the plan.
But Buttercup realized this too. "Now now Blossom, I agreed with Bubbles that we would never tell our plan to anyone, even to people we were killing. That way, there would be no chance that our secret plan would get out and our reputation ruined!"
"Ruin your reputation and your plan?" Blossom asked, finally standing on her feet again. "And did you mean you would be killing more people?"
Buttercup smiled and landed next to her injured sister. "I told you, tonight is only the start of a big picture! Now I'm afraid I've told you too much, and I must finish you off and dispose of your body before anyone else can find us!"
Blossom was puzzling over these fragments of clues when Buttercup attacked. She swung wide and hard so it was easy for Blossom to dodge. But as Blossom backed up to dodge the punch, she bumped into the final back wall. This caused her to stumble as Buttercup predicted. Swinging again, this time Buttercup's punch meet its mark.
Stunned, but still fighting, Blossom jumped back up at her betraying sister. She proceeded to pound Buttercup like she had never pounded anyone before. She laid punch after kick as fast as she could. Then she knocked Buttercup away from her with a blast of her ice breath.
Now it was Buttercup's turn to be stunned. Not only was Blossom still fighting, but she was almost winning! Realizing it was only a matter of time before someone would come in trying to find out what was going on, Buttercup decided she had to beat Blossom at a faster rate. Breaking out of the ice prison Blossom had frozen around her with her strength, Buttercup noticed something that would help her accomplish her goal.
Blossom doubled over in the pain in her gut that suddenly acted up on her. But she had to keep fighting. She needed to last until there was more witnesses to see who the killer really was. Or if worse came to worse, defeat Buttercup.
Gliding over to Buttercup, Blossom glared at her, getting ready to use her eye lasers, ice breath, or anything else she needed. But Buttercup surprised her sister by swinging at her before she was close enough. Now normally, Buttercup's fist would not reach this great distance to hit Blossom at this range. But something extending from her hand would.
Blossom cringed in pain as Mojo's Powerpuff axe sliced the left side of her face across the cheek. Blossom jumped back in surprise and grabbed hold of her face with its deep injury. Since her hands were already bloody and her stomach already screaming in pain, she didn't feel the fresh blood or savor the new stinging. She glared at Buttercup who was confidently strutting closer. Axe in hand, Buttercup had a little smirk on her face.
"Poor Blossom." Buttercup mocked. "Nobody will ever know what happened to her. First she kills her friends, and then her own sister. Why did she turn into Townsville's newest villain?"
Suddenly, it all dawned on Blossom. "And it doesn't end there, does it?"
Buttercup smiled. "So, you think you know what's going on, do you?"
"You said you have to dispose of my body." Blossom said. "That must mean you don't want everyone to know that I'm dead."
Buttercup bit her lip in thought. She tapped the axe on her head in thought for a second. "Aww heck, I can't keep it from you any longer!"
Buttercup walked up to Blossom and pushed her down forcefully. "Take a seat and listen!" She said, confident that she was going to knock Blossom off in a second with the axe anyway.
"You do seem to be doing well though. I've run you though you and carved your face with weapons specifically designed to destroy you. And yet you still go on. You've been shot, beaten, crushed, stomped, smashed, and fried many times in many adventures and come out unharmed. And it makes you realize something: you, Bubbles, and, myself are Powerpuff Girls. Super powered super heroines who have the power to do anything we want. We have strength, skill, power. We have the power to do anything we technical want!
"But instead, we fight crime. We don't cause it, we stop it. One day I approached Bubbles with the topic. She agreed, and so we both decided that we would become unstoppable criminals. We would be able to do anything and everything we could ever want!
"Then there was a problem, though. What are we going to do about Blossom? Bubbles figured that there was no way that we could possible turn you to evil ways. Knowing that you would be the only threat in stopping our plans of evil, we agreed that you would have to be taken out of the picture.
"But then Bubbles figured out a better idea then just beating the life out of you. She found out about Mojo's weapons and wanted me to steal them. Then we would make it look like you went on a killing spree. Then, when the moment was right, we let you escape after nearly killing us."
Blossom started to interrupt, but Buttercup raised the axe. "Quiet, you wouldn't want to miss the end of your story, now would you?"
"I thought you we going to kill me?" Blossom asked, starting to gaze at the ceiling for some odd reason.
"I am, but nobody else is going to know that!"
Blossom gasped, finally putting it together. "That's it. You thought up this plan for a good reason. You're going to kill me and say I got away. Then all that would be left would be you and Bubbles. Then, while you still fought crime, saved Townsville, and kept your perfect Powerpuff reputation, there would be the alternate ego. You two would continue your little Halloween gag even after tonight. While one of you would be out in full view of the public, the other would dress up as the killer, pretending to be me. Then you would do your killings and crimes and I would get the blame, even though I was really dead. You'd alternate back and forth, being evil one day and heroic the next. Nobody would ever expect that you two were only putting on a show."
Buttercup smiled. "I'm impressed Blossom! You figured it all out! Now you know what everyone will be thinking about you, even though you're dead."
"That reminds me," Blossom asked, "Why did you stab me right away without letting Bubbles talk to me?"
Buttercup looked confused until the answer hit her. "Oh yeah, I remember. You called me a pain in the butt and said that I should be considered more of the killer then you. I guess I was just cranky."
Blossom groaned and looked at the ceiling again, following it. She thought about something. "Now what are you going to do that Bubbles the mastermind is dead?"
Buttercup shrugged, then lowered the axe so that it was hovering right over Blossom's head. "I guess it will just be harder for me to pull this off. Of curse, being the only Powerpuff Girl will be kinda strange."
Blossom laughed, the axe of doom staring down over her skull. "You're gonna look pretty weird at Christmas time wearing a pumpkin on your head!"
Buttercup laughed too. "I could make some variations. You know, put on a red Santa hat or something. You know, keep the pumpkin Powerpuff live forever."
Then Buttercup quickly raised the axe up for the kill. "I'm just sorry that you can't live forever, dear sis. But just think about it! Now the Halloween spirit will live on forever!"
Blossom frowned and glared angrily at her sister one last time. "I hate Halloween." She said.
Then as Buttercup was just about to swing down, Blossom fired her eye lasers straight into the air. As Buttercup looked up as to what the heck Blossom was shooting at, Blossom slid out of the way as fast as she could.
Normally, Buttercup would have simply looked at Blossom and killed her with the axe. But she was too busy staring at horror at the ceiling, and what Blossom had shot at.
It was the bulging hot water pipe.
Since the pipe was clogged further up the path, all the scalding hot water spilled onto Buttercup. She gasped in horror as gallons of the hottest of hottest waters poured all over her body.
Blossom was barely able to fly out of the way. She almost got burned by the steam rising off the floor. Floating above the water, Blossom scanned the room. From all the blood that had been gathering on the floor, the water turned a dark crimson red. Any moment now, Blossom was expecting a very angry Buttercup to come flying out screaming any second now.
She waited a few minutes. But nothing happened. Buttercup wasn't coming up. By now, the hot water had caught up and someone must have turned off the water. The water stopped pouring and Blossom waited for the steam to clear to see what happened. Surely hot water couldn't kill a Powerpuff girl!
And she was right, hot water doesn't kill a Powerpuff Girl. But a Powerpuff strength axe will. Blossom flew closer just to be sure, relieved but still saddened over what she saw. What had made the water bloody was not only her own blood she had been spilling, but Buttercup's too. There in a sickening sight was Buttercup lying on the ground, lifeless. The pressure of the water had knock the axe out of her hands, and then it proceeded to bury itself into her. The weapon had now been lodged into the killer's skull, having a deadly and final victim.
The Halloween horror was over.
Blossom could hear the voices coming closer to her position. She weakly smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. In a few moments, everyone will be here and the truth will be known. Only she could set things straight. If she could only hold on ...
Halloween is a holiday that was based on cults and traditions. By today, it has evolved into the occasion that we know now. Instead of disguising ourselves to hide from spirits, we dress up in our favorite costumes. Instead of threatening to vandalize unless you are given something, we have trick-or-treats.
But just as theses traditions can be started, they can be changed. The newest edition to this day originally started in a city called Townsville. But slowly, over the years, is spread through the nearby communities and then farther then that. And it all started because of guilt. It started because this particular tradition gave too many painful memories.
Ever since that one fateful night, nobody could bring themselves to put a carved pumpkin on their doorstep. It reminded them to much of that one Halloween night, many years ago. Instead, that tradition slowly died away. They never again wanted to make a reference to that terrible killer who terrorized Townsville so many years ago, and still lurks out there today.
For as the public knows: all those years ago, a pumpkin headed killer attacked the Powerpuff Girls and their friends. By the time the police finally caught up to them, the killer had gotten Bubbles and Buttercup. They also found Blossom whom had fainted from the heavy injuries and was stuck in a coma. She was placed under intensive care where she still remains to this day, holding the key to this whole mystery. And if Blossom would survive her little ordeal, the killer would finally be revealed.
And ironically, the one who hatted Halloween the most holds the power to forever change it.
Funny how life works that way.
THE END?
